Chapter 7….
Even though I waited until he was done working to talk to him, I still somehow managed to earn Kardil’s hostility.
Amazing. Truly amazing.
This isn’t my fault—clearly this is all because of Cernuan Lumiere.
Even after hearing those words, I didn’t lose my smile as I brushed my lower face with one hand.
And here I thought this face was good for earning goodwill.
What exactly was the problem?
It should be Kardil’s first time ever seeing Cernuan Lumiere.
No—unless it wasn’t the first time?
Did something happen between the original “Cernuan Lumiere” and Kardil before I possessed this body?
I quickly adjusted my attitude.
Before I get screwed any worse, I should probably just stop talking.
Kardil scrunched his face and pointed at a door—or something that was vaguely a door.
Was he telling me to get lost?
When I looked up at him still smiling, he made a strange expression.
His voice earlier had been trembling with anger, but now he sounded calmer.
“…Let’s talk outside.”
At least he’s willing to talk.
I followed him out. Even once we were outside, Kardil stayed silent for a long time.
Finally, he forced out a question.
“Why did you come here?”
Because later you’ll get a healing relic, and if I build goodwill ahead of time, you’ll probably hand it right over to me!
…Obviously, I couldn’t say that.
I remained silent.
The vein in Kardil’s forehead started to throb.
“You ran away from the deal last time without even saying a word, and now you show up again.”
Ah—!!!
Cernuan, you bastard! What the hell did you do!?
I was just trying to raise his affection meter, but I’m starting in the negatives!
“Let me guess—now that you need something, you crawl back here without an ounce of pride…”
While Kardil was busy chewing me out, I activated a skill.
[system: Skill activated.]
A cheerful chime. System windows bloomed in the air.
[Activated Skill | Weakness Detection Lv. 1]
[Target: Kardil, ‘Healer of Ruin’]
[Would you like to analyze weaknesses?]
[Y | N]
‘Y.’
I pressed “yes,” and a loading window appeared.
Worst game ever…
While I silently cursed out the game devs, my vision started to twist.
A wave of nausea struck me—not from the skill, but from something else.
Glancing sideways, I saw a reminder:
[10 minutes until forced self-harm blood-vomiting show.]
Great. The system’s lovely penalty.
In the gray-washed world, new system text appeared:
[Weakness analysis complete — Kardil, ‘Healer of Ruin’]
Fatigue: Body severely overexerted from prolonged healing magic use.
(Remaining healing magic duration | 00:31)
It even shows remaining usage time?
Like a phone battery indicator.
I take back one percent of the insults I gave this garbage game.
Fear: The target is under extreme tension.
No further details. Probably because my skill level is trash.
But fear? Of who?
I tilted my head at him. His stare was fierce—almost like he was glaring daggers into me.
“Say something, will you? Stop smiling like that.”
He’s staring at me like that and talking that way—so he’s not scared of me, right?
I genuinely couldn’t guess why fear was listed as a weakness.
I looked down at him again. The height difference was about half a head.
My long white hair slid softly over my shoulders as I smiled as gently as I could.
Smile. Smile. That’s important.
“I was wondering if your Brother had already told you everything.”
Kardil’s breath stopped.
That thing—no, that monster—
Earlier, its eyes were a dull, dead white, like a rotting fish.
A crushing pressure, like staring into the eyes of the apex predator of the forest.
And then—eyes glowing gold.
When you stared for a few seconds, your head throbbed painfully. He was sure the creature was causing it.
Regardless, this thing was different from when he had met it before.
It was unsettling back then, but now…
At least it didn’t seem offended by his earlier insults.
Still smiling, it slithered to the door like a serpent and pulled the hood of the robe over its head again.
Immediately, the discomfort in the atmosphere eased—just a little.
The golden light flashing in its eyes faded as it slowly closed them.
When it opened them again, only those chalky, lifeless pupils remained.
Touching the old door—nothing more than wood without even a handle—its long hand groped for the edge.
“There are many inside who require salvation. Your hands are too full, so I thought I might lend a little help.”
Serve ■■.
The voice sounded holy—so mesmerizing that an unguarded listener might fall into worship.
Serve ■■.
…Wait. What was that?
There is only one god—the Sun God, Lumenxia.
But…
Maybe… accepting his help wouldn’t hurt.
Kardil pushed open the barely-hinged door.
Inside, patients lay like corpses, occasionally letting out inhuman groans.
“I don’t know what kind of help you think you can offer, but… go ahead. Try.”
He folded his arms. His hands were trembling.
The creature glided across the dirt floor. Standing before a patient who was so close to death he couldn’t even groan, the monster turned and smiled.
Why the hell is it smiling?
Actually, it had been smiling the entire time—like its face had been stitched that way.
It didn’t seem human.
Kardil instinctively felt so.
Then a wave of nausea rose in him.
His stomach felt tightly knotted, like he was about to vomit.
He covered his mouth.
“Then, with the mercy of the divine, I shall grant him rest.”
As if showing off, the creature placed its long, flawless hand on the patient’s forehead. Its eyes flashed gold again.
Light burst from its fingers.
Golden brilliance filled the dark hut.
A warm wind brushed Kardil’s cheek. The cloth hanging where a window should be fluttered softly.
Golden dust—or rain—floated down like a holy shower of light.
It was beautiful. Sacred.
It felt as though a true god stood before them.
His white hair swayed gently. He still wore that gentle smile.
The patient’s eyelids fluttered—then opened.
The man’s pale blue eyes focused.
He… woke up?
Kardil rushed over. He checked the patient thoroughly—every major sign, every symptom.
The conclusion was shocking.
This is impossible. Truly impossible.
Complete recovery.
Just from placing a hand.
Even priests couldn’t cure this—neither holy magic nor mana-infused healing worked.
But this incurable disease… was wiped away by a single touch?
This… this makes no sense…
He looked up at the monster. Its eyes were gray again.
Still smiling faintly.
And blood was dripping—bright red—out of the corner of its mouth.
While Kardil fussed over the patient, I checked the countdown.
The self-harm blood-vomit show starts in a moment…
I couldn’t stop smiling as I thought about how to use this penalty to my advantage.
Not that stopping the smile was easy—this face just naturally looks cheerful.
My stomach churned. My throat burned. A faint headache throbbed.
It felt like being hit with alcohol poisoning and motion sickness at the same time.
“Ugh…”
I instinctively covered my mouth and coughed hard into my robe’s sleeve. I felt a little better afterward.
[system: If the number of believers remains at ‘1’ after 6 hours, physical breakdown will proceed in stages.]
Blood and what looked like pieces of organ (probably) stained my robe.
Better not drip on the floor.
If I made a mess, Kardil might bash my skull in while yelling about “cleanliness in healing!”
Kardil finally finished tending to the patient and turned to look at me.
Well? Pretty amazing, right? Your affection rating should be skyrocketing.
I gave him a triumphant smile.
“You’re bleeding…”
Ah. I didn’t wipe enough. I probably look like a mess.
“Does this… have a price? If it requires compensation, that’s forbidden—”
I raised a finger to my lips.
Shh.
Maybe because of the coughing, my voice was a little hoarse as I signaled him to be quiet.
“I have returned to this land to grant mercy to the living. It is a holy mission entrusted only to me. No one else can do it.”
And so, I began my scam for real.
Meanwhile, the Weakness Detection skill was still active.
Fatigue: Body severely drained after prolonged healing magic.
(Remaining healing magic duration | 00:09)Judgment Impaired: After fear, the target has now witnessed an unrealistic miracle. Additionally, ■■-related i□s■t■on…
His weakness had shifted from Fear to Impaired Judgment.
This skill even analyzes psychological states. 3 points for this trash game—
